in a rant.
So feel free to gloss over in lieu of my queued up goodies coming up in a bit.
So a group of girlfriends of mine decide that we haven’t seen enough of each other in too long, so we should plan a girls’ weekend to catch up and just hang out. I thought to myself, well I haven’t seen ______ and _______ and _________ in so long, so a weekend getaway out of New Jersey ( I love you Jersey, but sometimes I want to see new places) sounds fantastic.
These are quality women and we’ve all got different things going on in our lives. (Not me so much, but whatever) I keep forgetting this, but the part of me that likes things super-planned out and who needs advance notice to notify work and such is spazzing out.
If you want to make time to plan a getaway with 7 or so other people it doesn’t require this huge block of time to say this is where I’d like to go, and this is what I want to do. The fact that my bff had to schedule a CONFERENCE CALL for us all (like we don’t have each other’s phone numbers) to only figure out that we’d like the getaway equidistant from New Jersey and Florida is a crock.
A huge steaming crock of smelly shit. Oh, yeah we figured out that we want to go away in October, but that’s another thing that’s pissing me off. 3 of us will be celebrating our birthdays within the chosen time span, so you’d think everyone would rally to get actual plans in motion. So far there’s been constructive input from 2 out of 7 other parties. (insert sad trombone here)
If we’re not going to be getting away together, then I’d like to know NOW so that I can plan my birthday weekend in Atlantic City with people who I don’t have to schedule conference calls with to get plans in order.
I’m not about that life.
And that has been my rant.